Souls are flying …

©Aliana Alani 2015

Souls are flying –??????????????

Soaring like newborn angels

High into the heavens.

Who are we to say

How or when they fly?

Better to honour their passing,

To kiss their leave-taking with prayer flags fluttering

And candles flickering like soft winds

From the heart.

Better to wish them well

In this their transition from one place

Of being to another.

Better to usher them on

Along a wave of love.wave-energy_nice-wave

Remembering… ©Aliana Alani 2015

 

 

Once, long ago, I sauntered across a desert, red and endless.Deep Red sand dunes of the Strzelecki Desert in outback South Australia.

You were there, waiting.

 

Recently, as time flies, I entered a crowd-filled room

Only to find you, once again.

 

galaxy and stars

We are ancient, you and I.

Somehow beyond time and space.

 

 

 

Yet every so often we meet,

Star lovers crossing the heavens.

Our hearts mingle for but a brief second –

And we remember.

 

Then it appears we are no more.

But that is an illusion – isn’t it.

 

Today, your people call forth.

They cry for understanding, justice –

Perhaps even love?

 

How can I not hear?

After all, we are one, you and I,

Whether in the heavens or now.

 

Isn’t that the purpose of remembering?

That, and love.

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 … for Dale … and for the Australian Aboriginal people, especially those in the remote communities – may your call be heard and answered with love

Happy St Patrick’s Day

 

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Today has become a celebration of green beer, green rivers, green ties, green clothes and a touch of Riverdance. It is also a day where we send Irish blessings across the world as if we were Irish, whether we are or we are not. It is a day when we celebrate – The Green.

And it is a day where some hope that as we cast that bit of fairy dust across the skies, it will kiss our lives with joy and bless our hearts.

Every country, every land, carries within its journey blessings and sorrows, gifts and challenges, things to be remembered and things to be let go of. Ireland is no exception but what it also carries (and I say this from having lived there) is a song of story and of heart so deep, and yes sometimes so clear, that it could crack wide the realm of memory and bring us home to what is true – if only we would let it.

It is the home of the poet, the mystic, the minstrel. The weave and fabric of its word and story can linger with you no matter where you travel, how far, nor for how long. Somehow, strangely, you find yourself still breathing its slow air.

Happy Paddy’s Day Everyone. May the sun always shine on your days and may the tale of your life be blessed with a delicious dose of magic and a cup overflowing with love.shamrock

Poetic Musings…

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Soft in the light I wandercandle-flame

Angels hovering – waiting, protecting

‘To be or not to be’ sing the strains of Hamlet

The air ripe with questions

Perhaps even possibilities

And I, riding their undulating waves,

Await answers – but from where

To be

                what would that mean –

                                exactly?